The Substitute Wife: My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

In the cozy reception area, Janet extended a warm cup of coffee towards Mandy, her voice softened as she asked, "What brings you my way, Miss Hamilton?"

Post the swirl of the troll scandal, Mandy had gone radio silent, keeping herself out of the Internet’s scrutinizing gaze. With a gentle huff, Mandy sent a puff of steam swirling above her coffee, her words came unhurried.

"I’m not one for debts.I’m just here to repay a favor." Janet arched an eyebrow.

"I can’t seem to recall any favor you owe me." A peculiar flush swept across Mandy’s cheeks.

After a significant pause, she murmured, barely above a whisper, "You extended your trust to me once… Now it’s my turn.I don’t want any debts looming over us!"

Mandy’s words were somewhat amusing to Janet.

then.However, I must express my gratitude for your trust, Miss Hamilton." In response, Mandy straightened her posture, her

you should.It’s not often I place my trust in

Janet smiled.

an honor." Mandy took a leisurely sip of her coffee, her nose crinkling slightly as she added, "But remember, this trust won’t extend to our professional battlefield.Don’t let my victory in

"Oh?"

with a twinkle

extend the same courtesy to you.I hope the competition doesn’t

be defeated! I’ve been honing my skills, gearing up to trump you at the next fashion show, proving my mettle to everyone!"

be eagerly awaiting the day you best me." The competitive banter tapered off soon, and Mandy found herself grappling with the

"Mind if we snap a few pictures